Once they were alone, the earl turned to her, his stance self-assured and confident. “We will resume speaking about the reason you are here.”
Her muscles tensed. He would punish her for attacking him. All men demanded retribution, it made them feel important.
He gave her a brazen stare, a sensuous light flickering in his charcoal grey eyes.. Devil curse him. He assumed she was a woman of loose morals. Resentment and rage flared her nostrils. In defiance of his arrogance, she stood erect—no man’s whore.
Once was enough.
“I have nothing to say.”
“Aye, you do. Or you will spend the remainder of your days here.”
“With you? What sort of man would take a woman from her mother’s deathbed?”
You are so bad. 1 piece of candy at a time? More, please.
That's just a tease!
I want to read more! You must give us more! This is so interesting. I love Historicals!
I love historicals, too. And I'm thrilled that they seem to be making a come-back.